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     He was back. I could feel his stare piercing through me, even as I was faced the other way, making my heart bang wildly against my ribcage and my eyes gloss over with fear. And even though we had the thick, fogged glass of my prison walls separating us, it still felt as though I was trapped by him.     Well, technically I was.     A large, glass tank, sealed from all sides was not exactly my definition of home. It reminded me of a fish tank. That’s all we were in this dimension: mindless pet fish, made to be kept, to be owned. The thought made my stomach churn. I could've never expected this to hap

If he were totally honest with himself, David would admit that he suspected something from the very beginning. It was an average July day in Forteville — humid, buggy, and stupidly hot. Despite the Jurassic weather conditions, David was still out for his daily 4-mile run. Three miles in, his whole body was drenched in sweat and his feet were aching, but he was deep in an endorphin-driven euphoria. Last year, his 11th grade year in high school, he came in third in the state junior triathlon. He was determined to win next time, his last chance before graduation. But July heat takes no prisoners, and even Forteville High’s golden b

Only when Gavin stepped off of the ferry did he begin to feel the heat of the island, but as soon as he did, it didn’t feel like work anymore. As far as he was concerned, this was a vacation on the deserted tropical island of La Portchesca, a few miles east of the Virgin Islands. Gavin Macintosh was just seventeen, and getting to work with this mysterious director on a secret project was going to shoot his career up into the sky. They would be shooting in Backteach Bay, and all Gavin could hear whenever his agent said the name was the sound of waves crashing as he layed on the sandy shore. He ran his fingers through his light-brown hair